Dracula eBook

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27 October, Noon.—­Most strange.  No news yet of the ship we wait for.  Mrs. Harker reported last night and this morning as usual.  “Lapping waves and rushing water,” though she added that “the waves were very faint.”  The telegrams from London have been the same, “no further report.”  Van Helsing is terribly anxious, and told me just now that he fears the Count is escaping us.

He added significantly, “I did not like that lethargy of Madam Mina’s.  Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.”  I was about to ask him more, but Harker just then came in, and he held up a warning hand.  We must try tonight at sunset to make her speak more fully when in her hypnotic state.

28 October.—­Telegram.  Rufus Smith, London, to Lord Godalming, care H. B. M. Vice Consul, Varna

“Czarina Catherine reported entering Galatz at one o’clock today.”

DR. SEWARD’S DIARY

28 October.—­When the telegram came announcing the arrival in Galatz I do not think it was such a shock to any of us as might have been expected.  True, we did not know whence, or how, or when, the bolt would come.  But I think we all expected that something strange would happen.  The day of arrival at Varna made us individually satisfied that things would not be just as we had expected.  We only waited to learn where the change would occur.  None the less, however, it was a surprise.  I suppose that nature works on such a hopeful basis that we believe against ourselves that things will be as they ought to be, not as we should know that they will be.  Transcendentalism is a beacon to the angels, even if it be a will-o’-the-wisp to man.  Van Helsing raised his hand over his head for a moment, as though in remonstrance with the Almighty.  But he said not a word, and in a few seconds stood up with his face sternly set.

Lord Godalming grew very pale, and sat breathing heavily.  I was myself half stunned and looked in wonder at one after another.  Quincey Morris tightened his belt with that quick movement which I knew so well.  In our old wandering days it meant “action.”  Mrs. Harker grew ghastly white, so that the scar on her forehead seemed to burn, but she folded her hands meekly and looked up in prayer.  Harker smiled, actually smiled, the dark, bitter smile of one who is without hope, but at the same time his action belied his words, for his hands instinctively sought the hilt of the great Kukri knife and rested there.

“When does the next train start for Galatz?” said Van Helsing to us generally.

“At 6:30 tomorrow morning!” We all started, for the answer came from Mrs. Harker.

“How on earth do you know?” said Art.

“You forget, or perhaps you do not know, though Jonathan does and so does Dr. Van Helsing, that I am the train fiend.  At home in Exeter I always used to make up the time tables, so as to be helpful to my husband.  I found it so useful sometimes, that I always make a study of the time tables now.  I knew that if anything were to take us to Castle Dracula we should go by Galatz, or at any rate through Bucharest, so I learned the times very carefully.  Unhappily there are not many to learn, as the only train tomorrow leaves as I say.”

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